Saturday, April 2, 2011

A Thousand Word Thursday Story from Em Woods -NSFW

A little bit of hawtness from Em Woods, who found inspiration with this charming pair!

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Blair leaned against the door jam, taking in each inch of his lover’s golden skin on display in his bed. He never ceased to wonder at the differences between them. Though they were roughly the same height, where Sol was tanned, Blair was pale and where Sol had toned muscles under miles of perfect skin, Blair was slender with freckles scattered everywhere. Though most days he hated it, every ounce of Blair’s Irish heritage showed. Right down to the red hair and green eyes.

Working his gaze along the smooth, hairless body of his lover, Blair grinned when their eyes connected. Well, he was almost hairless. There was a precocious bundle of fur snuggled tight in Sol’s arms.

Just where he wanted to be.

Sol crooked a finger at Blair, the deep chocolate of his eyes darkening to black with desire. “Come over here.”

Blair shook his head and stayed where he was. “I’m not disturbing Sheba. We both know she’ll destroy a pair of my shoes if I so much as touch her.”

“Fine.” Sol’s eyes narrowed slightly as he nudged the tabby cat from her cocoon on the bed, murmuring promises of tuna later. “You stay there then.”

Blair’s cock thickened at the seductive arch to Sol’s body, and when Sol slid his hands across his chest to tweak his nipples, Blair sucked in a deep breath to keep himself from launching onto the bed.

Sol winked at him, a tiny curve at the corner of his luscious mouth. He didn’t waste much time on the sideshow, for which Blair was grateful. How embarrassing to come just over Sol playing with his nipples? But it was nearly over anyway when Sol wrapped one hand around his cock, a low moan escaping his parted lips.

His legs spread and Sol sucked one finger into his mouth, slicking it with his spit.

Blair whimpered as Sol dipped that hand low to tease the rim of his hole. Blair let his head fall to rest on the cool wood holding him up, his hips rocking with the rhythm of Sol’s strokes as he put on a show for his lover.

When Sol pushed the tip of his finger into his ass, the moan he treated Blair to vibrated along Blair’s nerves. The last of Blair’s control evaporated.

Sol’s eyes widened, the teasing glint disappearing with the distance between them. Blair gave him enough time to pull his fingers free before gripping Sol’s ankles and pulling him to the edge of the bed. “You want to play, a’lainn, my beautiful one?”

“You were the one playing hard to get.”

Blair slid his hands along the muscles of Sol’s legs, spreading them as he went. He tucked his hands under Sol’s ass and pulled him close, kissing the entry to Sol’s hole, thrusting just enough to give notice.

Sol sucked in a deep breath and rocked his hips with the next push forward, letting Blair sink into the tight heat of his lover. Both men moaned as the rigid length of Blair’s cock filled Sol.

Giving them both a moment to adjust, Blair dropped his head back to take a deep breath.

“Move.” Sol’s soft command set Blair into motion.

Blair’s grip was bruising but the rush along his veins called for hard and fast, his lover’s cries stirring the lust flooding his body. He pounded stroke after stroke into Sol, riding the wave, his back arching as he felt the constriction of Sol’s body around his cock.

Sol’s fingers weaved through Blair’s hair, jerking his face to Sol’s. “Come.” The fierceness of Sol’s order sent Blair’s release rocketing from his cock, filling his lover’s ass with his cum. Sol’s lips crashed against his, teeth and tongue muffling Blair’s cry as his prick pulsed inside Sol.

When Sol finally allowed them to part for air, he nipped Blair’s lower lip, chuckling lightly at the hitch of Blair’s breath. “Let’s come to an agreement, my heart.”

Blair looked down at Sol as he slowly pulled out of his lover’s body, one eyebrow creeping up as he waited for Sol to continue. “Yes?”

“Promise to never refuse me again, and next time, I’ll tell my sister to find another sitter for her cat.”

“That we can agree on, my a’lainn.”

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Em has more yumminess waiting for us; here's the blurb for Chocolate Dreams.

One part lover-running-scared plus one part sexy-Italian-chocolatier equals the perfect Valentine’s Day recipe for love.

For as long as the doors to Chocolate Dreams have been open, Joel Raner has been stopping every night on his way home from work to get his ritual treat. They're always ready when he gets there and always handed over by the chef himself.

Chocolatier Aaron Neilson takes the time out of his day to talk to the handsome accountant, not for the sake of his business, but because the more he gets to know Joel… the deeper Aaron falls in love. When the Lovers’ Holiday rolls around, Aaron decides it’s time to make his move.

Will Joel see the love waiting right in front of him or will Cupid’s arrow miss this Valentine’s Day?